Theo watched the familiar stranger come into his room, closing the door, but he wasn't too afraid despite the tension that ran through him. He had learned that the patients here had no right to privacy, that the doctors and nurses could let themselves in as and when they wanted and lay hands on him and take him to places even if he didn't want to go.
'Greg' he mouthed after, the word feeling familiar in his mouth. He put his hand to his chest and rubbed there because something had twisted when he'd said that word, some ache had started and he was lost as to how to deal with it. "Greg." He said again, in little more than a whisper, and memories came back to him, memories of easy possessive touching, strong hands gripping the backs of his thighs, a salty-sweet taste in his mouth and a hand sure and secure on his cock.
Greg sat on the bed and the respect he was being shown baffled Theo. That look on the man's face drew him in, but he couldn't seem to make his body move, not even when Greg asked, asked him.
The direct tone cut through him though, and even though it was a question he took the first part as directive and stood, almsot stumbling over to the bed, crawling up onto it like a cat - literally on his hands and knees - before sitting down with his legs tucked under him, kneeling on the bed, watching Greg. "You look so changed." he said, lifting his hand, bony arm and fingers extended to touch Greg's face but drawing it back at the last instance, holding it in against his thin, narrow chest. "Metamorphed. You've been cocoooned." he ran his free hand up through his hair with a broken-hearted sounding sigh, then left his fingers lodged in there looking as fragile as he ever had